just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

[whattaprick]

Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!

So, Wismuth happened.

Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.

Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.

[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]

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[spaghettimonster]

"Oh my god! That's a hideous suggestion? It isn't for food," Papyrus splutters, managing not to recoil only through force of will. What actually already happened was bad enough, but that would be so much worse. But Solas doesn't seem the sort to joke about eating people, from their conversations so far... So, Papyrus concludes, he must just genuinely not know about the egg thing.

"In this egg... is my brother! Reviving after an... incident. Of the deadly sort." He grimaces, not wanting to elaborate about that at all, and to push past that he offers, "The Ringmaster is partly a phoenix? And she can keep other people from dying all the way."

[lonesomewanderer]

Ah. And suddenly, Solas is peering at the egg in a new light. The babbles and drawings appear recent, so unrelated to the Ringmaster's magic. The woman had a sense of humor, but it was more tasteful than this. He hopes.

"That must expend a great deal of energy," he remarks and reaches to carefully run his palm over the surface of the egg. "Has she done this often?" And how far gone can she draw someone back from death?

[spaghettimonster]

Solas might go on to be disappointed about her sense of humor; somewhere among all her hoarded things, she has a dreamcatcher in the shape of Papyrus' face. The artwork here isn't too far off by things she's seemed amused by before.

"Well, she's helping Sans right now. And Gongenzaka went through this, a couple of years ago. I don't know anybody before that..." Papyrus shrugs, having never been very curious about that aspect of it all, and so lacking the more detailed kind of answer. But he offers what he does know, "she's pretty old. Fae live basically forever! So who knows how often. You could ask around, Sans might know, when he wakes up. He's been here a while. And some other people like to research these things."

With all of the Wismuth trip's complications, Solas probably didn't get much time to talk with people like Rita or Sans. And there's already so many things the elf has in common with his brother. Names that start with S... Curiosity... A tragically hairless state, halfway to being an honorary skeleton in itself.

[lonesomewanderer]

As much as he and Sans had in common, the first pun would have Solas regretting ever trying to strike up a conversation. The life of an accomplished grandpa was a hard one.

While Papyrus' answer is far from complete, it says enough. For all the danger that the carnival seemed to run into, it did not regularly call for the Ringmaster to save her contract workers. That or she left them behind without trying to save them. He would imagine the mood around the carnival would be less... jovial if that were the case.

"Your brother will come out of here fully recovered?" he asks. "How long is the incubation period?"

[spaghettimonster]

Leaving someone behind was truly rare, done only once in Papyrus' memory. And she turned out to be fine. Far more common were people leaving without notice outside times of disaster, supposedly going back to their homes for 'vacations'. He'd assumed it was some kind of kindly way to avoid admitting they died in circumstances no one wanted to talk about, until some of them came back. By now, it's just comforting to thing that, no matter what happens to anybody, they could very well

"Oh. Well. It could be..." Papyrus sighs to admit it, "weeks, or... maybe even months."

Admittedly, Lambert was probably talking nonsense, being an even more recent employee than Papyrus. And Gongenzaka's case was unusual, somehow, he'd heard at some point? But he had to admit the slim possibility. And bring the egg along for safe outings, from time to time.

[lonesomewanderer]

"Months?" And Solas is staring at the egg even more now. He rests a hand on the top trying to sense any sort of life in it. Fae magic was something he had yet to understand. He pulls back his hand and shakes his head. She must have gotten to the body when it was less fresh though part of him wonders how difficult it would be to reconstruct a living skeleton.

"I look forward to seeing the results of your brother's... incubation." For lack of a better term. "Though I imagine having it jostled on trips to the waterside cannot help in his recovery."

Nor having it drawn on or decorated.

[spaghettimonster]

"Mmmmmmmmaybe not," he hedges, not wanting to outright disagree. Not to Solas, or pretty much anybody, when Papyrus is asserting something negative. Disagreeing to say something positive, that's fair game. "Though, he's a pretty heavy sleeper. If this lasts for months... We might have to do a little jostling."

That, or something more inspired, to remind him of good things outside the egg. They didn't part on good terms... More, drastically unhappy ones.

"But thanks! I'll tell him about everyone's well-wishes later." After his brother emerges. There's no telling if Sans is aware of anything outside right now, at least not unless someone around can feel others' emotions.